I´m not around that much, I´m near exhausted
and lost.
if it could be undone, will it have cost it?
it´s torn,
and alone.

knowing the way we strain, and tear exhausted
and fall,

what if today I´d stayed in bed, and was bored? oh
we have gone,
and fallen.

after bliss is gone in bed, use caution.
it´s gone.

even the breeze that´s flowin´ there is caustic,
and I talked,
and I missed it